DIRTY ANGELS
“Remy’s young, her and Marisol don’t get on, but this is strange indeed.”
Before Chad could answer, his phone rang.
The name on the screen made him pause.
Marvin.
“Excuse me,” Chad said, stepping outside the office.
He answered the call.
“Marvin.”
“Where are you?” Marvin asked immediately.
“Not home.”
“I heard we had an intruder earlier.”
Chad scoffed slightly.
“Word sure gets around fast.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Some skanky barmaid from Dirty Angels was lurking around home,” Chad continued. “We’re actually at the bar now. The barmaid was arrested. Have you seen Marisol? Chad enquired.